I love I mull over it I promote I fight I share I write But fail to overcome…. They change shapes colour rewrite stories till they blur wait for attention disappear But not for long …. Oh, these thoughts that jostle for space… https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/08/15/weekend-writing-prompt-170-jostle/
I remember the scene from a movie, which shows a woman feeding pigeons on a desolate street, who says that she has stayed away from human society after being let down by people she trusted. Somehow, the character did not feel like a misanthrope, but she had isolated herself for sure. I believe that a … Continue reading Misanthrope
It was the morning after my wedding. I walked up to the terrace, dressed in bridal finery - glass bangles and silver anklets. My husband was busy feeding a large brood of pigeons. “Hey, move back! You will scare the birds away.” It was the first shock - to know that his priorities were peristeronic. … Continue reading Priorities
The nuances of unconditional love intrigues me. Is it possible to love 100% of someone, unless it is a cute puppy or infant. Human minds are unpredictable. loving those layers concealed in multi-hued rainbows human minds relate https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/07/25/weekend-writing-prompt-167-nuance/
“I am alone in a dark hospital room, after a plane crash.……” He was sobbing on the bed, surrounded by monitors to keep his physical state in check, and the therapist sitting besides him with a calm expression. “Come out of it. That lifetime has ended. You are fine now. Digging into this past life … Continue reading Delving deep
Somehow, I don’t get what I want despite running for it all along I don’t know where I fall short Life cannot go all for a song Then, I meet wise men who look down on me and sneer They say I don’t do all I can find my attitude cavalier I know life is … Continue reading Somehow, I don’t know
eclipses often make me think how often have I stood on the brink of life and death and spaces in between… just that syzygies know what is happening Do they? https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/07/04/weekend-writing-prompt-164-syzygy/
past impressions help me read between the lines behind amiable expressions gauge devious thoughts in the suave speaker’s mind I often wonder if I would be smart or foolish to believe once again just for my own gain dump the fraudster once I’m done I don’t know if he has changed in the interim phase … Continue reading Unwelcome thoughts
it grew dark when she returned empty-handed gallivanting thru’ mind alleys in search of lost pleasures empty-handed from places which once resounded with gleeful sounds in search of lost pleasures it grew dark when she returned with echoes of the past labelled depression or Schizophrenia or… https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/06/20/weekend-writing-prompt-162-gallivant/
“Obduracy is the first sign of insanity. The schizophrenic actually believes that whatever he sees and narrates is happening. What we call hallucinations are very real to him, and it impacts his body systems.” She is no longer in the classroom. Scenes of the physical and verbal scuffles between her parents float before her eyes. … Continue reading Insane vibes
